Wendi Wise is a troubled young woman who snorts her breakfast through a straw and spends more time in rehab than in the real world…

Her life is seemingly out of control.

But now she has a plan.

That plan involves a sharp set of butcher knives.

She's going back to where all of her troubles began…

Flocksdale.

Wendi was lured away from a local skating rink, at the age of thirteen, and held captive in a place she calls 'The House of Horrors.' Dumped off blindfolded on the side of a dirt road, Wendi soon discovered that she was addicted to the drugs they fed her while she was captive.

Too scared to go home, and having a new habit to deal with, she hopped on a bus, vanishing from the family she loved.

Vanishing from Flocksdale…

The town of Flocksdale is littered with fliers with a grainy image of young Wendi, and the words 'Have You Seen This Girl?' written below.

Now, eight years later, she's on a mission—a mission to find the mysterious house from her youth and the monsters who dwell inside it.

A survival novel that does well with its engineering and poorly with its people. The Martian satisfies a literary niche that doesn't often get scratched: stringing together bits of math, physics, and chemistry to tell a compelling story of an astronaut stranded on Mars. But Weir needs practice fleshing out his characters -- Astronaut Watley is quick with geeky humor and winks at popular culture to a point that sacrifices some of his credibility as someone who has presumably gone through training similar to the real life cast of The Right Stuff. Similarly, the women in this novel could be vary more from the outlines of a Hollywood script. Still, this is a nice kind of escapist literature if you want to think practically about surviving in an alien atmosphere, but the cast could have been better grounded in Earth.

If you take a novel like The Hunger Games and boil it down, reduce it to its elements, sand off all the paint, you end up with something like this. Panic. Because if you think about it, Panic is The Hunger Games, reverse engineered. Gone is the elaborate make-up and ridiculous hair. Gone are the high concepts of political rebellion and wealth inequality, the elaborate clockwork of machinations designed to strip individuals of their human bond – all these constructs become false, burdensome, overelaborate metaphor. The Hunger Games is Panic which is, at its heart, a novel about young adults who have nothing, who expect nothing, and who know the world is designed to benefit people whom they will never meet but who most assuredly have more: more opportunity, more wealth, more chances. Panic is a story about us. About bored kids. Broke kids. Broke kids in love, for that matter, whose efforts toward romance are as unsteady as their steps into adulthood. And reading this makes us embarrassed for so loving the unnecessary drama that most YA allows. Because we are Katniss Everdeen only insofar as she is Heather. We shouldn't need so much dressing around the idea that we are a country at a loss of what to do with itself. That we have created so much distance between the possibility of change and its achievement that a game like Panic seems not plausible, but outright familiar. These are memories instead of fantasies, and Panic is a wonderful, brilliant novel with one simple ambition: to remind us who we are. We are the broke kids. The bored kids. Kids trying to feel. Lauren Oliver has never needed science fiction to explain how we work. We are more fantastic and flawed and aflame in our small ambitions toward happiness than the rules of science fiction could ever allow.

Constantly through all my reviews on Patterson books I have continually said that i have yet to find a bomb so to speak. The Thomas Berryman Number was my 21st Patterson novel and how ironic the bomb i would find planted within the Patterson bibliography would be his very first book ever??!! Now everyone sets out in life in their chosen profession on a trial and error basis, given that I am no way at the point where i would say well that's it hands down...no more Patterson however if The Thomas Berryman Number was the very first book i had ever read of Patterson's i would've definatly thought really hard about reading anymore of his work.
This book was so hard to follow i can't even with a clear head come up with a proper review on the synopsis as i usually do. Black Senator has been elected...assassination plot... an author who is writing about Berryman the killer??? So sorry i just can't. This was once again for the record James's first novel, and hell..i have never even attempted writing a book let alone how many he has so whom am i to criticize? In my journey through his books from A-Z I have enjoyed every single one of them up to reading this..he definatly gets a pass this time round! So in short if you are, like me, reading through his works you can either pass this, as i should've, or read it just to say it's done, as i did also, but just be forewarned tis all!

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